When you work for the TSA, you know that danger lurks around every corner, and the enemy could be literally anyone. So when they saw international superstar Rihanna at LAX yesterday, in line with a coven of witches, an unattended pit bull with a bloody boarding pass in its mouth, a skinhead wearing this shirt, and a guy from Pakistan in a dirty robe and knit cap sweating profusely and muttering prayers in Arabic, they knew they were all equally suspicious. So they stopped Rihanna, pulled her aside and gave her a body scan.
She didn’t have any throwing stars under her bra or a shotgun taped to her leg this time, but fear never sleeps, and neither will the TSA.
(image source = bauer griffin)